Just a second, it’s my favorite song they’re gonna play
And I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, eh
You should a made some plans with me, you knew that I was free
And now you won’t stop calling me, I’m kind a busy

Can call all you want, but there’s no one home
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone
Out in the club and I’m sipping that bub
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone
Call when you want, but there’s no one home
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone
Out in the club and I’m sipping that bub
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone

Boy, the way you blowing up my phone
Won’t make me leave no faster
Put my coat on faster
Leave my girls no faster
I should a left my phone at home
‘Cause this is a disaster
Calling like a collector
Sorry, I cannot answer

Not that I don’t like you, I’m just at a party
And I am sick and tired of my phone r-ringing
Sometimes I feel like I live in Grand Central Station
Tonight I’m not taking no calls ‘cause I’ll be dancing

Can call all you want, but there’s no one home
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone
‘Cause I’m out in the club and I’m sipping that bub
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone
Call when you want, but there’s no one home
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone
‘Cause I’m out in the club and I’m sipping that bub
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone

My telephone, m-m-my telephone
‘Cause I’m out in the club and I’m sipping that bub
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone
My telephone, m-m-my telephone
‘Cause I’m out in the club and I’m sipping that bub
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone

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